Food banks have become another one of those political footballs that get kicked around between left and right to seemingly little effect but stopping a great many people – or rather, more accurately – me, from giving them much or enough thought.
No, no Daily Mail. The scandal isn’t that food bank volunteers didn’t check your cretins ID. The scandal is that food banks exist at all.
— Kenny (@KennyDownSouth) April 20, 2014
With this sort of political war – which has become increasingly common with the advent of Twitter – I generally let the shouters get on with their shouting while I get on with other things. Of the repeated outbreaks of outrage and apparent anger, I mostly side with the Greek stoic thinker Epictetus: “Whenever you are angry, be assured that it is not only a present evil, but that you have increased a habit.”
"The pot is always boiling over the fire, and any one who is hungry (either of the household or from any other part of the village) has a right to order it taken off, and to fall to eating as he pleases. Such is an unvarying custom amongst the North American Indians, and I very much doubt, whether the civilized world have in their institutions any system which can properly be called more humane and charitable. Every man, woman, or child in Indian communities is allowed to enter any one’s lodge, and even that of the chief of the nation, and eat when they are hungry, provided misfortune or necessity has driven them to it. Even so can the poorest and most worthless drone of the nation; if he is too lazy to hunt or to supply himself, he can walk into any lodge and everyone will share with him as long as there is anything to eat. He, however, who thus begs when he is able to hunt, pays dear for his meat, for he is stigmatized with the disgraceful epithet of a poltroon and a beggar.”
“some mystery or medicine operation had relieved me from any further anxiety or trouble about it – it had gone and never returned, although it had safely passed the countries of mysteries, and had often laid weeks and months at the villages of red men, with no laws to guard it”.